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It’s Egg-Freezing Time

Evan Chen | Contributor

Egg freezing. As they say these days, “It’s a thing now.”

If you’ve been awake over the last few days and you’ve managed to hear above the words, ebola and Isis, then you may have heard the news that Facebook and Apple are now willing to pay for the freezing of their female employees ovum. According to The Guardian, the new trend is apparently very exciting news for women younger than age 40. Read more

Is It Pinktober Yet?

Gabrielle Vaughn | Blogger du Jour

Well, we’ve hit October – time to do things in pink. Wait, what are we celebrating again?

Oh yeah. Breast cancer awareness month. Not a celebration, though you sure would think so with all the happy pink bubbles. You know what pink made me aware of? That pink exists but a cure does not. Pink let me know that money exists – but still, the cure eludes us.

It’s Pinktober again — and you know what that means? It means that we the people get to celebrate the sisterhood of the traveling cancer, with pretty pink parades and pinky-pink ribbons. Let’s march through the streets, hand in hand O My Sisters, ’cause fighting cancer is a pretty pink bonding experience. Yippy, skippy! Read more

Kill the Bitch (It’s a Tired Word)

Adrian Lamb | Blogger Extraordinaire

The other day, I overheard a 9-year old girl describe her own mood as “bitchy.” She had said that she believed she might be getting her period because she confessed that she’d been “acting like such a bitch these days.”

Hormones aside, I thought that was quite an inappropriate word for such a young girl to use, especially as a descriptive for her own self. I’m no prude, nor do I think the word, “Bitch” is all that horrid – I simply wondered how a child her age came to feel comfortable with a word that was generally used in the context of slang.

Of course, children have access to a wide vocabulary of inappropriate words — think how many they must overhear on TV alone. But rarely does a child actually know how to apply these words, unless specifically instructed. Where was she getting her information? And what made this young girl equate menstruation with the word, “bitchy?” Read more

Wife Beaters: Throw the Bum Out

Wife beaters. Again.

Are we really having the conversation where we have to take men to task for being wife beaters? Is this real? We’ve got the evening news playing us footage of the woman-bashing football player who cold-cocked his wife and now suddenly we’re acting like this might possibly be an issue — as if it’s never not been an issue before. Read more

9.11 – Every Second of Life is Precious

Every second of life is precious.

2001 was quite a year for me. I was diagnosed with breast cancer and told that not only would a radical mastectomy be imperative to my survival, but also that I would have to begin a year’s worth of aggressive chemotherapy, followed by 35 rounds of radiation. I had the life-changing operation in July, and on September 6, I began the first of my many therapeutic and highly toxic infusions.

The chemo hit quick. It was an instantaneous slap in the face that would not stop slapping until it rendered me hopelessly immobile in both body and mind. My only thoughts: “Just one more year of this, that’s all. Just one more year. Hang on, Gabrielle, hang on.” Read more

Can We Tawk About Joan Rivers?

Can we tawk?

Yes, we certainly can. Sadly, we can no longer ‘tawk’ with the New Yawker who coined the phrase – Joan Rivers. Joan died last week at 81 years old after undergoing a routine procedure that – as they say – went terribly wrong. And while we cannot claim she died too young, we also know that before this event, she was healthy and full of joie-de-vivre. She had a lot to live for – and she wanted to live. The endoscopy that she went in for resulted in her going into cardiac arrest. She was shortly after put into a medically induced coma, from which she never came out of.

Poor Joan. What a spirit she was. What a game changer. We often throw around those key words – pioneer, game changer, fearless… It wasn’t as if the mention of her name automatically registered as noble to all or any who heard it, in fact, most people found her obnoxious and ridiculous. Her brand of comedy was not only hilarious, it was a vehicle that we all used to laugh at everything we take so seriously.

Her quote: “Life goes by fast. Enjoy it. Calm down. It’s all funny.” Read more

The Sweet Speech Dare

Earlier today, I was taken aback at how the commentary on one particular article in a woman’s magazine ran from one end of the spectrum to the other – the subject was basically about the female body in advertising, and the mixed messages were so over the top that by the time I was finished with the page, I was thoroughly confused as to what anyone was trying to say. Naturally, the one to take the worst of it was the poor woman who posed for the feature.

On one hand, the article was trying to show how women’s bodies are all different and that we should embrace the difference – yet each and every difference was pointed out and ridiculed, no matter what body part was being talked about or shown. Read more

Warning: Harlot in the House!

In the same way that a vampire who shuns the cross has to believe in the powers the cross supposedly represents, so must the woman who is called a whore believe that this particularly ignorant and antiquated word has mystical powers – if she is to care at all if she is called one.

Slut shaming. It’s been going on since the beginning of time. What is it about ‘whore’ that makes it the go-to word when someone wants to sexually belittle a woman? To call a woman, ‘whore’ is truly all about the power we give words, because sincerely – could any woman on earth possibly feel the sting this dumb-ass word is intended to deliver?

“She’s a whore!” What next? “Fie! A loathsome snake she is, the trollop!” Oh please. And yet, calling a woman a whore is always somebody’s best shot. Read more

Sex Versus Gore – Who Wants More?

The last time I saw a pair of naked testicles in a feature film was in the 80’s. I believe it was a Merchant Ivory film – a period piece set in olden times where people wore frocks and went about their activities in candlelit quarters. It was a sight to remember, believe me, as men are rarely filmed in a non-pornographic way with the camera directly behind their naked ass as they crawl into bed, setting their danglers in motion for all to see.

Outside of the initial, “Hmm, that visual reminds me of a horse I’d once seen in Central Park,” reaction, I allowed myself to mentally move on with the rest of the film with only a minimal amount of smiling. The balls came and went, and to the day, I still don’t remember who the actor was.

In my long life of enjoying cinema, I can only recall this one testicular occurrence. As for vagina, we have the flash of Sharon Stone’s embedded in our memory, and if we really push it, there’s always the red triangle of death, proudly marched in front of our eyes by Julianne Moore. Allowed to reach our American eyes are boobs, butts and the occasional flaccid penis whooshing by so that we may never recognize any of it’s natural features – but natural sex, as in the kind that is not glorified, beautified and participated in every single day by regular ole people – we see none of this.

American cinema and television have taught us well: sex and body parts are scary things to be hidden, shamed and feared. Ironic, isn’t it – due to the fact that if there’s one thing we see every single day of our life, it’s our own naked body. We certainly see this more than we see the gore and violence that is shown in plentiful abundance, unless of course we live monstrous lives where blood and spatter is more commonplace than walking in on your husband, wife or child while they stand naked in a shower stall, attending to their daily ablutions.

In Europe, where dangling balls, wobbling penises and vaginas both hairy and bald get to run wild and free in quality films, the thought of overly explicit violence and bloodshed is a rampant turn off. Watching Alexander Skarsgard tan himself in the buff on the summit of an Alpine mountain scape is not only good stuff – it’s accepted stuff. Here, it’s a major big deal, and if we get to see ‘it’ – holy cow, the media breaks out in boils and locusts.

We’re still in the phase where it’s an utterly shocking and titillating moment when we see two people of the same gender enjoy a passionate kiss. Everybody goes bonkers when the two male hotties kiss. Well, guess what? Male hotties kiss all the time, yo. Just like you and I are naked at least one time a day. It happens. Sex happens. Bodies happen. And you’d think with all that we’ve made out of the ad campaign of ‘sex sells’ that we’d actually admit that it sells because WE HAVE SEX much more than we kill zombies, slash teenage lovebirds and drink blood.

We’re having sex over here, people. And we’re having it with human bodies, the kind that have all variety of body parts, like weird boobs, and strange wieners. Hell, some of us even have flabby asses – whoda thunk it? The truth is, we have bodies and we know bodies, and yet, cinema either shows us only the most fantastical versions of bodies – or they show gore. How did we become a country where blood sells more than sex?

Ah, now that’s something to think about.

According to Deadline Hollywood, during the making of one particular episode of the TV series, Hannibal, a decision had to be made.

The recap was a reminder of how Hannibal routinely depicts some of the most extreme graphic kills on broadcast TV. Fuller says network suits rarely object. Except on the Season 1 episode “Coquilles,” in which a killer mutilates his victims into angels to watch over him in his sleep. “We had two people who were nude and we saw their buttocks,” Fuller said. “They were dead, they were flayed open, and cracked in many ways. Their butt crack was the least offensive of the ones they were sporting, [but] the network said no. … I asked why, because of the exposed spine and muscle tissue and flayed skin? I said, ‘What if we fill the butt cracks with blood so you can’t see them?’ They said OK.”

If a butt crack has to be filled with blood in order to make a horrific scene of violence easier for our delicate pearl-clutching mentalities to handle, then I don’t see much chance of my old friends, the danglers, making their way back into American cinema any time too soon.

Robin Williams Suffered early stages of Parkinson’s disease, wife reveals

The wold has lost one of the funniest comedian and actor. Today his wife revealed that he was suffering early stages of Parkinson’s disease. His wife Susan Schneider issued a written statement that could shed some light.

“Since his passing, all of us who loved Robin have found some solace in the tremendous outpouring of affection and admiration for him from the millions of people whose lives he touched,” Schneider said. “His greatest legacy, besides his three children, is the joy and happiness he offered to others, particularly to those fighting personal battles.”

“Robin’s sobriety was intact and he was brave as he struggled with his own battles of depression, anxiety as well as early stages of Parkinson’s disease, which he was not yet ready to share publicly.”

“It is our hope in the wake of Robin’s tragic passing, that others will find the strength to seek the care and support they need to treat whatever battles they are facing so they may feel less afraid.”

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